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She cried out when I removed myself from her mouth, her lips red as she gasped in the air. She was lost in her head, nothing but a pile of lust and sensation.

‘You took me so well, sweetness.’ I knelt down next to her and slipped my gloved hand along her cunt, watching my fingers gleam as I held them up to the light. ‘It made you so very wet to take my cock, didn’t it?’

‘Yes... Sir...’ she said, her voice high and sweet.

‘I’m going to throw you in the dirt and make you come on my fingers once more, then I’m going to take you home and get you cleaned up. Do you want to come again?’

I didn’t wait for her response before slipping my knife between the ropes, severing them from the tree, but keeping her wrists knotted together.

‘Answer me, Katie.’

‘Yes, please make me come again.’

I thrust her forward, pushing her facedown in the dirt as I hauled her ass up into the air so she was on her knees.

‘Look at you, face down in the mud with your wet little cunt on show to whoever might walk by. And it only makes you hotter, doesn’t it?’

She murmured her assent as I slipped my fingers between her thighs, teasing her once more. I kept one hand gripped in her hair, pushing her face firmly to the floor as I used my other hand to fuck her already swollen pussy. When I landed a slap on the wet flesh, she bucked before letting a low moan out.

‘Who does this belong to?’

‘You!’ she cried as I slid a third finger into her.

‘It will, sweetness. And I’m going to spend my days filling it with my tongue, and my fingers and my cock until you forget ever having had someone else in there.’

She arched her back as I thrust my fingers deeper.

‘Now cum for me, my little slut. I want you spent.’

Her whole body shook as her eyes rolled back, her whimpers and cries merging into one long moan. As the orgasm subsided, she shook, the intensity of the night mixed with the cold and exhaustion taking over. I tucked my dick back into my pants and fastened my belt before cutting the last of the rope free, gathering up her abandoned, torn dress along with her phone and keys. Last, pulled her up into my arms. Her face pressed into my chest as sobs took over.

‘You were perfect. Don’t think any less of yourself for enjoying it. You and I are the same but different, made to fill these roles for one another. There is nothing to be ashamed about.’

The press of her hot cheeks warmed my chest as I carried her through the woods and back to her home, letting myself in through the door with her keys and running a bath for her. She shivered as she waited, fresh tears streaking her dirty face. I petted her hair while the room filled with steam, running my fingers through it as I held her against me, keeping the connection there as she floated in her mind.

I’d cursed the leather of my gloves as I washed her down, wanting to feel her skin against mine. I couldn’t risk her seeing my missing finger tip or my tattooed knuckles, but I wanted so badly to remove the mask and be able to look into her eyes without the veil between us. I wanted her to know it was me. Mac. Not a nameless stranger. It would ruin everything if she found out. It would tear me apart to keep lying indefinitely.

When her freckled skin was clean of the dirt and debris, her hair freshly washed and towel dried, and I had her snuggled in fresh pyjamas, I brought her a hot toddy and sat on the bed beside her.

‘Drink it up, it’ll help your throat.’

‘How did you know my throat would be sore?’ she asked, sipping on the hot concoction of honey, lemon and whisky.

‘You don’t swallow down a dick like that without feeling it afterward.’

She raised her eyes to my masked face and smirked. ‘Oh, and you’d know, would you?’

My heart did a somersault in my chest. It was a glimpse of the pre-Tommy Katie I’d so briefly had the pleasure of knowing, and it took my breath away so see her again. My insane plan was working.

‘I’m willing to prove the hypothesis by coming back and filling your throat again and again.’

Katie squirmed on the bed as she lifted her fingers to her lips, clouding my brain with dirty thoughts.

A veil of doubt crossed her face, eradicating the moment of sunshine she’d had.

‘I’m a terrible person. I’m cheating on my boyfriend and I don’t even know who with.’

‘Don’t shoulder the blame, give it all to me.’

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